Sometimes i think about how different things could have been,
Between you and me,
Or how i see the stars shine,
Or how the possibility of looking into someone’s eyes,
And feeling so alive i forget how to breathe is not one so far fetched.
Sometimes i wonder what it was like a thousand years ago,
Or two thousand,
Or even sometimes three.
I wonder about how when they looked up at the stars they would see the same Orion’s belt as me;
Surprisingly still neatly fitting around his waist,
Maybe he’s had it loosened because surely he hasn’t kept on top of his dietary plan for millennia.
Sometimes i think about how people think;
About me and how they see the world,
But everyone’s so different how could i know?
But i try;
As if i’m clay free to mold in a pottery stand,
They come with their harsh hands,
Moulding me into who they want me to be and i agree because to be wanted is top priority,
I stand my ground,
Asking to be heard,
Asking for my opinion to be taken into consideration but sometimes i want nothing but to be anchored to the warmth of my duvet and to the comfort of my bed,
Anchored so tightly like a sunken ship not even found by schools of fish playing too deep,
To be held not by a person but by the tranquility of certainty in my own head.
I want to climb between the cracks of buildings and stand on top of the world,
Watch it spin by as i look into your eyes,
And forget how to breathe.